What to Do On Inauguration Day

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Wear black.
Tell your friends you’re in mourning.
Shed a tear
but don’t let tears blind your way.
Fly the flag at half-mast.
If you have a pennant for your lapel,
wear it upside down
or pin directly to chest:
the blood will remind you of what you have lost.
Don‘t read the news or watch TV.
Instead, bombard them with emails and reminders:
they are responsible for your grief.
Write a letter to your congressman.
Tell her of your sorrow and pain
and ask for a waiver.
Then tear it up and toss it:
sooner or later, it will wind up in the trash.
At lunchtime,
go on a fast.
This will prepare you
for the trials to come.
When dinner arrives,
offer your hunger to the poor.
Feel righteous as you watch them nourish,
for your turn soon will come.
When the day is over,
extinguish the lights
and lie in darkness.
This will surely enlighten you
for the days that lie ahead.

© Mike Maggio 2017
January 2017

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Springtime in Winter – An Ekphrastic Study in Art, Poetry and Music

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The Poetry of Society of Virginia – Northern Region
and
Reston Art Gallery
cordially Invite you to

Springtime in Winter – An Ekphrastic Study in Art, Poetry and Music

featuring

Poets
Cathy Hailey
Don Carlson
Steve Bucher
Susan Notar
Jack Underhill
Stanley Galloway
Bennie Herron
Mike Maggio

Artists
Gail Axtell-Erwin
Dorothy Donahey
Ronni Jolles
Joan Kelly
Maggie Stewart
Roberta Thole
Wayne Schiffelbein
Pat Macintyre

with original music composed by
Jesse Guessford
And
Brian Scarbrough

performed, under the musical direction of Bette Gawinksi,
by The Herndon High School Quintet
Sarah Przybysz
Michelle Tran
Mary Ogborn
Christina Ngo
Karim Maggio

When:             Sunday, January 22, 2017 from 2-4 PM
Where:            11400 Washington Plaza, Reston, Virginia, 20190  Tel: 703-481-8156
For more information,  contact this email address.

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Born In America

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I was born in America.
America is a foreign land.

I was taught to worship freedom.
But freedom was a flimsy word
whistling on the raging wind.

I was taught that liberty
was the proud offspring
of our forefathers.

But liberty was the bastard child
slyly aborted
in the place where I was born.

In America,
they speak with glib tongues.

In America,
they show you pictures
and sing songs.

In America,
they build shrines
and flock like pilgrims
to grovel and worship and blindly applaud.

In America,
they give you credit
and from that credit
you are forever beholden
to their golden debt.

In America,
they let you speak,
but when you speak
you are branded freedom’s enemy.
And the enemies of freedom
are the enemies of the land
where I was born.

Born in America,
there are no guarantees.

Born in America,
the native peoples
were herded and corralled.

Born in America,
the children of immigrants
illuminated by Our Lady’s beacon
were beaten and jailed.

Born in America,
the children of poverty
were harnessed and abused
deprived of their humanity
drugged and sexed and raped and plundered.

And when their value faded,
they were stripped of their dignity
discarded like refuse
tossed in the streets
to wither and die.

For to be born in America,
where freedom is a whore
to lure the masses,
is to be born in a prison
in the foreign land
where I was born.

I was born in America.
America is a foreign land.

America is a land
where dreams are raised and slaughtered.

America is a land
where puppets prance on Satan’s string.

America
my lover
jilted me
left me worthy of no other.

I was in love with America
but America was a strumpet
gaily glittered in silver and gold.

I was mesmerized by America
but America snapped her fingers
and stirred me from my senseless dreams.

I was born in America.
I was torn in America.
I was scorned in America.
I was forlorn in America.

I was born in America.
And America is a foreign land.

© 2017 Mike Maggio

 

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The Appointment

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Coming in May 2017

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Post-Election Haiku by Dennis Price

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Here are some haiku Dennis Price wrote right after the election.

Trump

You have won the wheel
Now through storm and sun you steer
Don’t run yourself over

Egg of Hope

Broken egg today
Your yokes membrane still intact
Fry sunny side up

Red and Blue

You are black and blue
Your loss is not the end of life
Just tide’s in and out

Mandate?

A half is not all
So We shall hold our tempers
Temper your mandate

Walnut

From the shattered shell
Avoiding sharp hard fragments
We must pick the meat

Grace

A Peaceful transfer
Is foolishly mistaken
For a sleeping dog

Broken Dam

When water gushes
We should all bring enough stone
So neither one drowns

© Dennis Price 2016

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Press Release: Springtime in Winter

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“Winter into Spring” detail, painting in process by Joan Kelly

Poets & Painters at Reston Art Gallery & Studios January 2017

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#NOTMYPRESIDENT

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Adam Levon Brown, poet and provocateur, has put together an anthology of poems called #NOTMYPRESIDENT.  It includes poems by C. Steven Blue, Claudine Nash, myself and many others. Available for $6 on Create Space.

Check it out and long live the resistance!

 

 

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I was born in America.
America is a foreign land.

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Yes I am

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and I have always been

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Syllogism II (Notmypresident Edition)

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DT says flag burners should have their citizenship revoked.
Flouting the Constitution is equivalent to burning the flag.
Therefore, DT should have his citizenship revoked.

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